I Am Scouted by Real Madrid-Chapter 438 - 69: Boom! (Part 3)

Two tall players rushed toward the ball simultaneously, and Fazio realized at this moment that he might be slightly slower than Chen Zhong.

But it doesn’t matter!

I don’t need to control the ball!

I just need to make sure you can’t stop the ball well or handle it properly!

But what Fazio didn’t expect was that Chen Zhong never intended to stop the ball.

"Such a full-speed sprint."

"What is he trying to do?"

The Sevilla coach Jimenez felt a bad premonition from the sidelines. With this level of sprint, does Chen Zhong really want to control the ball?

He carefully observed the two players and suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand up.

Because he was shocked to discover that if Chen Zhong could avoid Fazio, there would be a direct path to the goal!

But with such power, can he keep the ball in control?

Just as Jimenez was lost in thought, Chen Zhong finally reached the ball, and his action at that moment made all the fans in the stands stand up in astonishment.

That is!

A shot!!

Fazio also realized something was wrong, quickly sped up, and lifted his leg, while his teammates standing behind him in a V-shape had yet to react, still defending against a possible pass from Chen Zhong.

"Bang!"

It was a thunderous heavy cannon shot.

As the ball whizzed past Fazio, he even felt a gust of wind.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting for the result of this shot, and the goalkeeper had no way to react at all.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound, and everyone looked toward the goal to see the ball hit the crossbar heavily.

Then it spun straight up into the sky.

Negredo and Higuain rushed forward, hoping for a rebound shot, but the goalkeeper managed to tip the ball over the crossbar with one hand.

"An incredibly powerful shot!"

"It’s a pity it hit the crossbar."

"Chen Zhong’s shot was kept very well in control!"

"If it had gone in, it could have been the best goal of the matchday."

"It might even be the best goal of the month or the season."

"This is a corner kick opportunity for Real Madrid!"

Real Madrid’s fans didn’t express disappointment but instead started singing in unison at that moment, while Sevilla’s fans breathed a sigh of relief and displayed a wide range of human emotions.

Some people started mocking Chen Zhong’s thunderous attack that ended without success, while others began praying that this match would end quietly for Real Madrid.

Fazio walked over to Chen Zhong with a gloomy face and rested both arms on Chen Zhong.

"You won’t have a better chance!"

"Kid."

Chen Zhong looked at Fazio, who had been targeting him this entire match, and suddenly smiled.

Having faced many defensive players, Chen Zhong was all too familiar with the process of using trash talk to disturb opponents—he was a haunting nightmare to his adversaries in the youth team, a "monster!"

He looked at the resolute-faced Argentine and said, "Do you believe, I can head this corner kick past you?"

"Ha!" Fazio ignored Chen Zhong and replied, "You’ll never be as good as Messi."

"Ha, you’re indeed better than me in that aspect."

"After all, no one will ever compare you to Messi."

Fazio glared and turned his head, wanting to say something, but at this moment, the corner kick was taken.